The Dashing Stranger

It was a vehemence unlike any other. A frenzy from which our bodies could not break lose from.

Lightly exuding from said frenzy were tides of bliss and stillness. There was a battle between time seeming endless and scarce all at once.

Was it the beams of warmth that shadowed the sound of his laugh? Or the purity that circled his gaze?

A dashing stranger rattled her world and for the first time she admitted that the Earth was meant for two.